One of the glass rooms to the left houses a kraken with a woman suspended in its tentacles. There are more monstrous couples fucking against the glass wall of the next room as they watch whatever show is being put on.
My eyes finally land on what looks like a stage at the far end of the massive space. There are three club chairs facing out toward the room.
Seiran sits sideways across the middle chair, with his wings stretched behind him and his tail holding his phone. That would make me snort, but an uncomfortable feeling slithers through me as I spot a man and two women sitting on the floor by the feet of the chair.
One of the women snakes a hand up, running it over his thigh. He doesn’t even glance away from his phone as he snatches her fingers in his and relocates her hand to the other female’s shoulder.
I barely have time to process that before the man reaches up, caressing Seiran’s ankle. My incubus rolls his eyes and gently kicks the man’s hand away.
“It’s not him they want but his magic,” Reign says softly. “They can’t help but be drawn toward it.”
“Yeah,” I say absently. “God, he looks so bored.”
“It’s a job to him, darling. Nothing more. And, for many years, he boosted everyone’s lust to simply ensure Novak’s business succeeded. He didn’t take a penny of the proceeds that he helped us accumulate.” Reign shrugs. I can’t see it, since he’s still behind me, but I can feel it.
My fists clench as the other woman on the floor tries to climb into Seiran’s lap. He pulls his tail aside, resting his phone against the back of the chair, and grabs the woman’s hands. He says something I can’t make out and relocates her to the floor.
“You should save him.” Reign chuckles darkly, and his dirty thoughts seem to vibrate down my spine. Fine, it doesn’t make any sense, but I swear I can feel what he’s thinking. “Mmm, yes, that too. Are you open to a little exhibitionism? I do love to watch.”
I lick my lips, nodding my agreement. I’ve never been opposed to watching or being watched, but I’ve also never had sex in front of as many people as currently fill this area of the club. Still, it could be fun.
Reign starts forward and waves at one of the men standing near the edge of the stage. “Remove them.” He flicks his fingers toward the cluster, who are still harassing Seiran. “Or did you want to do that, darling? It could be sexy to watch.”
The man tries his best to crawl up the edge of the chair. His hands come to rest on Seiran’s thighs, and I hear myself hiss as I shake out of Reign’s hold.
I’m not sure if the touchy-feely guy is human or some supernatural that isn’t obvious, like a warlock, but I’m up the stairs and pulling him off my incubus before I can stop myself.
My nails are full-blown vampire claws, digging into his neck. His eyes meet mine, and they’re so hazy, Ialmostfeel bad.
Reign’s chuckle fills the air as the sound of his booted feet stop just behind me. “You are faster now. Also, and don’t take this the wrong way, considerably more agile. Although, if youdon’t remove your claws from his throat, I believe you might behead him.”
“Don’t touch my mate,” I snap, releasing the human. His arousal sits heavy in the air, making my nose wrinkle. “Perhaps you can find someone else willing to entertain you for the rest of the night, but you won’t find that here.”
“Move along,” Reign says, grabbing the guy.
As I turn my attention to Seiran, his wide smile comes into view. My shoulders bounce. I’m not sure if that was inappropriate, but we’re bonded now. My instincts couldn’t stand seeing that man touch him.
“You publicly claimedme,” my sexy incubus says, dropping his phone haphazardly near the back of the chair. His tail strikes, wrapping around my arm and pulling me between his legs. He looks like a lazy king, stretched sideways across his throne. The way his bone-tipped wings flex only adds to his dangerously sexy appeal.
Holy shit. It’s a little unreal to comprehend this fine hunk of monster is allmine. I really hope he doesn’t have any regrets, because I don’t.
Seiran tugs my arm, and I climb up the arm of the chair. “Reign picked that dress.” His black, void-like eyes glimmer.
“Yes,” I agree as I climb over his pelvis, sitting on his lap.
My hands come to rest on his bare shoulders, and I vaguely wonder if he ever bothers with shirts. In Haven, it isn’t uncommon for demons to wear glamours to hide their wings, horns, and tail. But I really love how Seiran is unapologetically himself.
“I can tell,” Seiran says, cupping my tits over the sparkly gold and silver sequin. “I can see the curve of your tits, and don’t get me started on what it does to your hips and ass.”
A warmth fills my chest. If he could keep the compliments coming, I wouldn’t complain a bit. It’s addictive being able to sense his genuine attraction to me through the bond.
And it really is one of the prettiest dresses I’ve ever seen. Fae are sensitive to fabrics, so I never would have picked this for myself, but it hangs off my curves in a way that makes me feelstunning.Or maybe I’m high off the power I got from drinking from Reign.
It’s hard to tell.
“It’s not the dress, kitten. You are gorgeous,” Seiran says before capturing my mouth.
Silvery-bluish-pink magic spills into the kiss, and I swallow it down greedily. My core grinds over the zipper on his jeans as massive hands land on my hips. The tender touches remind me of the way Reign held me in the shower and on our unconventional walk to the stage.